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I preferred the ones who made me earn it. “You don’t have a pimp waiting outside,” I said. “No boyfriend skimming your tips. No powder ring on your keys. No OnlyFans link feeding the same men pretending to hate you.” I held her eyes and listed it like inventory. “Your file is clean where I need it to be. You’re the cleanest kind of dirty. Which makes you useful.” Her laugh punched low and sharp. “Useful. That what you call women you get hard for and pretend you don’t?”

She detested dirty and unclean maids, she thought that if they aren't welcome in the society then they should be known for their cleanliness. Riley wasn't a dirty girl, her life became like this when she started work in the Spooner family, although she was earning an exorbitant amount but her life wasn't hers now, her life and existence is owned by Viola. Seeing Viola's irritated face, Riley felt goosebumps and she crawled backward, still on her knees. "Did you disgusting thing woke me up just to listen to your lame apology?" Viola asked with a smirk and Riley shiver lightly.

My pussy and ass leaked their seed, my tits were glazed, and my fingers still rubbed my swollen, cum-smeared clit in slow, filthy circles. Mr. Reynolds looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You really are a dirty young slut, aren’t you? Final dare for now, Mia. We’re going to ruin that tight 22-year-old body. You’re going to take all four of us as hard as we want, in every hole, and you’re going to thank us like the filthy little girl you are. Keep rubbing that cum-filled clit the whole time.” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Ruin me.”

CHAPTER 29 - Elira’s Dark Secrets Ronan’s POV The dossier on Elira burned cold in my mind. Not just financial records, not just shell companies and dark-market connections. This was the intimate, unvarnished truth. The receipts for the private clinic in Geneva where she'd discreetly ended the pregnancy of a rival CEO's son. The encrypted chat logs with the judge she'd blackmailed into dismissing her DUI. The photos of the warehouse fire that had conveniently cleared a property she needed—along with the two night watchmen who'd never made it out.

"Clean up. And no more secrets, Delilah. Or next time, Dad joins in." I nodded, breathless, pulling up my leggings as he left. In the shower later, I fingered the mess from my pussy and arse, replaying the double claiming. They suspected, but didn't know the half. Tonight, dinner with the family—time to play innocent again, while plotting my next thrill. Ethan had texted: meet at the pub? The risk was escalating, but so was the fire in my veins.

“I saw it… this woman… in pigtails… and this guy… being her daddy…” “Did it make you wet?” She nods again. “I went to bed and touched myself, and it felt… icky… but nice…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “The word is dirty.” “Dirty…” she repeats. “It felt dirty… but nice… I couldn’t stop.” “You don’t have to stop. We can play that game forever, Violet. You can be my dirty little girl forever.” “Forever…” Dainty fingers reach out and stroke my hand on the gearstick.

"You're very wet, aren't you? What kind of a nasty girl gets this wet from playing with her bottom? You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" She moaned. "Yes. I'm a dirty, nasty, filthy girl." "What do I need to do to make my dirty girl come for me?" "Just don't stop," she whimpered, writhing under my touch. I pushed my finger deeper into her ass, pumping it in and out, while my other hand was pushing, pumping, twisting inside of her pussy. I felt the trembling start, then uncontrollable quivering. Her legs were stretched out, muscles rock hard. She cried out, ass cheeks clenching, coming hard for me. I eased my fingers out of her, and rubbed her pink cheeks gently.

The stones shone as the light reflected over them. She took hold of the pant's button and released it from the button hole. She dipped her hands into his briefs freeing it from its cotton prison. It stood up proud and taut and she licked her lips as she felt hungry for the meat before her. She grabbed the cock in her fisted hand and ran it through the hole of her hand. It sprang gaily in her hand and she smiled up at the man standing before her. She saw he had his eyes closed which she knew was a sign of what he wanted.

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”